I just shot off four emails to agents and editors who had requested various parts of my recent manuscript. Now my brain feels like churned oatmeal. Who knew clicking send could be so mentally draining.
Firstly, about me. I’m a foodie. At least I try to be. When I eat out with my wife, I sample new foods. A few months back, with a gift certificate to Olive Garden, I tried mussels for the first time. I liked it. So for my Valentine’s day feast, I had mussels and fries (a north French staple). Delish.
I will also go umami over sweet every time. We opted for the cheese plate for dessert. Not disappointed. Though there was a slice of fig and a hunk of honey comb to sweeten things up.
Finally, I’d like to point out how everyone was seated. This was a Saturday night at prime dining time. My wife and I were seated in the couples section. I scanned left and right. Every guy sat with a view out the window and the rain washed streets. Every girl faced inward, with a view of her man. Me? The same. Is is an unconscious decision? Has this happened to you?
Sometimes the words flow like melted butter. Sometimes it’s like pulling splinters from your fingertips.
I’ve been going stir crazy. This is the longest I’ve gone without writing. Four days. Granted I had to start teaching again. Plus there was that jaunt to Disneyland. But man, switching away from morning writing is killing me. There’s no sure fire way to get the writing gears going in the evening. I’ll keep plugging away and carving out time. I have to write. I just have to.